Thursday, March 1, 2012

As it is

Who cares in this crowd?
No fair endeavor,
The world, so busy,
Thou shall train thyself.

The truth at the rear,
Nonetheless to write off,
'The supreme fate'
So eager, far and wide.

Born, in penury,
The careful steps,
The usual mount and rest,
Yet I voted, as it is.

In the darkness,
I guarded,
More for the trench,
Hence the clear road!

At times, I was in awe,
Of life's monkeyshines,
Singlehanded I fought,
A life sans comfort.

Yet, I will go on,
Better to go on,
As it is,
The way it is....!